Despite having a day off, you and Roman decided to train together until the Commander called everyone to assemble. Just when more shouting and nagging were expected, the Commander surprised everyone with ice cream cones.

As Roman's hand closed around the cold sweetness of his ice cream, a sudden collision with a fellow soldier sent the treat tumbling to the ground, lost in an instant.

"Hey, watch where you're going!" Roman's voice was sharp as the frustration boiled within him, his Russian accent coloring his words with an edge of aggression.

But before he could raise his fist, your presence intervened, the soothing touch on his arm grounding him in the midst of his rising temper.

"I'm sorry, Roman. It's okay, it's just ice cream," you murmured, your voice a gentle anchor amidst the storm of emotions swirling within him.

Roman's gaze lingered on you, the intensity of his dark eyes softening as he exhaled a heavy breath, the tension slowly ebbing away.

"I... It's alright. I just... haven't had ice cream in years," Roman admitted quietly.